On this beautiful night I walk,traveling on this twilight path I call home,continually wandering forward.I come to a splitting of ways,I come to a crossing of paths, a changing of ways for better or worse. As I look forward I see no easy way no straight path. Many travelers I meet wish for me to follow their path but as I look forward to the endless twisting paths I simply smile and continue walking.

When do the bright and colorful thing of this word become dull and wilting; When the people of this world push us so far away these things cease to matter. When does the dark pit of life become meaningless and void; When the people of this world devour our souls to the point of nothingness. It is these that happen every day to people like you and I. We are the outcasts, nonconformists, and strangers among society. Although we vastly outnumber the rest why do we still allow our selves to be run over, shall we continue to take it up the ass or shall we skull-fuck the rest of the world and take whats ours. The choice is yours, I've made mine.

The sound you don't hear, The destruction you can't see. All the same I'm still here in plain sight hiding among the shadows. Can you find me, can you find the core of this darkness that is my soul. Will you play this game with me dearest parents or will you turn your back as always. Have you yet realized what you've created through your violent indifference, realized what I really am. Or are you still ignorant of your actions.....I think not!Will you now take the consequences for your actions or continue to make countless others suffer..... so be it, be damned and suffer! 

the unique thoughts of a madman.

Beautiful, solemn and unforgiving she gives redemption and casts judgment in the same moment. Granting mercy to those in need and slow healing sorrow in one breath. With a sigh of grief she gently cradles the souls of our lost children leading them to peace. With a wrathful fist she drags the souls of the vile to justice. With a kiss she bestows gentle unending sleep and with an open palm she delivers quick painful silence. Unjustly feared properly reveared nothing on this earth is more beautiful and terrible than DEATH